A Trip to See . . .
Ok, when one has a question, one asks. Right? If one doesn’t
like the answer, one can nod and grin or shake one’s head and grin. That’s the
line—nod and grin. Not gonna let anyone carve on the knee nor will the old
woman wear a brace when standing up and walking. Can just imagine 115-degree
day and one long leg brace. Nope. Removing the stuff in and around the kneecap
will not keep it from having to have knee replacement in the future, so why
bother getting this mess involved. Just grit my teeth and gripe!
Sitting here in a nightie top with shorts on underneath.
Wish the top were just a bit higher on my shoulders, but at least it is cool.
The shorts are the kind with zippers all over for putting things—pockets, in other
words. They are neat, but think they might be a bit cooler if made of cotton
material. Gripe, gripe, gripe.
Jenn was telling me today that the McDs down there where
they live is paying $20 an hour, and the bus barns—with weird hours—is paying
$32 an hour. Strange how wages have changed.
Finally put some baking soda on this wasp sting. Maybe it
will stop the itching. A baking soda poultice is Jennifer’s favorite remedy for
just about any kind of a bite or sting. Hmm. It works. She said they found a
black widow spider in their garage the other day, but they “bombed” the rooms
in that side. Hope it got ‘em!
Well, the old woman has had about enough fun for one day.
The dogs have already made their way to the bedroom and the hens are already
shut in their coops. After watching enough news to upset the calmest cat
around, maybe it is time to look at what we can expect of God: Ps.91:1-2 He is
my refuge, my fortress, my God in whom I trust.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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